Junebug, I remember everything
The blue carpeted floors, the tall wooden doors
I held you in my arms Junebug,
I'd burn down a picture of our
house Say it was ours,
when we didn't need it anymore
That was when I loved you best
We were kids then,
we shouldn't think about the rest
You'd put the moon in a basket on your bike front by the coast
The way you faced it up in pale grief,
you were a ghost
You liked to play with darkness,
all the universe could give
I was the home you once tried to escape the dark in which you lived
Soon they'd find you lying there in several different homes
They'd find you lying on their porches Do you need to use the phone?
And lure you into their rooms?
That was the last I heard of June And that was love I could not allow
You were beautiful then,
you're just a cold jar now
I remember everything I remember everything
I remember everything
You were beautiful then,
I'm still a hair in too deep